Sunday Master of The House
by Grant Piper
Summary: Lord Sunday Master is the Master of The House in the absence of his mother the Architect. But how did Sunday get to be where he is today? Why don't you find out?
1. Chapter 1

The Rise of Lord Sunday: Master of The House

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**The Rise of Lord Sunday**

**Prologue**

In the beginning there was the Void of Nothing. The Void stretched to the ends of all eternity. Then came the Architect and with her came the light. The Architect came out of the Nothing and immediately began to shape and form it. Soon after the appearance of the Architect came the Old One but he was then known as Zezima. (His name was forgotten after his banishment) At first the Architect and Zezima worked side by side shaping the Nothing and forming it into what is now The House dwelling place of the Architect. They were partners doing everything together and taking credit for everything together. That all changed with the creation of Denizens and the Secondary Realms. The Architect got bored of shaping Nothing into what she pleased she wanted to see what it could do on its own. So she gathered up a giant blob of Nothing and flung it into empty space and let it sit. There was so much Nothing and so much space that the Architect couldn't keep track of it all on her own. Not wanting to share her wondrous creation with selfish Zezima she refused to show him until it was too late to stop or change it. She had to get something else to record her wondrous work. Thus Denizens were born.

**Chapter 1 **

"I the Architect of everything and Lord and Master of all the house and Secondary Realms give you, The Piper, mastery of the Incomparable Gardens, ownership of the Seventh key to my Kingdom, and ruler ship of all Secondary Realms on any given Sunday, and I trust you to fulfill my Will until such time arises in which a rightful heir should come to claim mastery of the Incomparable Gardens and the Seventh Key to my Kingdom." With that the Architect handed over the gleaming key to The Piper. She smiled at her son and turned to the other Days of Her Week "My dear Trustees I love you all and you are some of my best creations. I trust you will follow the Original Law which states that 'No being or member of the House shall interfere with matters in the Secondary Realms. Watch, observe and Record only!' Thank you and good-bye." She raised her hand to the air behind the line of newly appointed Trustees and opened a portal into Nothing and the Realms beyond. With that she departed with a flash and a flurry of air. The Trustees stood and stared at each other with distain and distrust then they too disappeared into there respective areas of ruling.

The Piper gripped the key he felt its power and he liked it. The ceremony had taken place at the Star Fort in the Great Maze which was now part of Thursday's domain. Nodding to the other Trustees he strolled to the elevator and stepped in. Grinning with glee and happy that he had outsmarted Sunday the eldest son of the Architect and his older brother. The Piper then hit a button in the lower left hand corner of the huge wall of buttons instead of the one in the top left. There was someone who could help him get rid of the other Trustees and the Architect forever. That someone resided in the Lower House.

"Hmmmm, very interesting." Muttered Sunday as he stepped out of the shadows of the Star Fort after the Trustees had departed. "My fool of a brother is trying something rash and I will be there to stop him and claim what is mine by right. He is right to believe that the Old One can help him but he is a fool to think that he can undo what the Architect put so much energy and power into. Even with the powers of that key, that key that is also connected to me by blood. I do not even think that the power of all Seven Keys can undo the prison that The Old One sits in. He will falter and when he does I will be there to crush him." Turning on his heel Sunday sauntered out of the Star Fort and using a gold and silver Transfer Plate he transported himself to the Upper House, he needed to have a conversation with his dear friend Saturday who was now to be referred to as Lady Saturday.

The Architect stood atop the highest steeple of the house and looked out upon all of the worlds and realms she had created and smiled. She looked out upon the vast reaches of the Realms then looked down and gazed into the complex workings of the House. She liked what she had done and was proud of how the Secondary Realms had turned out. The House was magnificent and everything was running the way she wanted and she was no longer needed. Her smile faded as her thoughts wandered to her retched husband the Old One. Her thoughts wandered down deep into his coal pit where he sat to where he would sit for the rest of eternity. She thought about how he had tried to meddle in her creations by changing them and "improving" them so he said. She had created the House first and the House is eternal so is everything in it. Time flows steady in the House and it cannot be destroyed. The House was first then she took the entire Void of Nothing and splayed it out into the void around the House. This Nothing morphed, changed and evolved into what is now the Secondary Realms. The House and its Denizens were created to watch and record the evolution of these Realms, nothing more nothing less. The Old One thought himself to be above the original law therefore he wrongly meddled with the work of the Architect. He said that he had the right to do what he wished in the Secondary Realms because he was the second one to come out of the void of Nothing after the Architect. That had made her angry…so angry that she had him locked in the coal cellars of the Lower House. Bound by chains of Immaterial light to a clock face formed by the highest levels of sorcery, the sorcery was so powerful that the clock face hummed and glowed with the very power of the Architect. Everyday at noon and mid-night creatures come out of the clock, cruel Clockwork creatures that are in the form of wooden dolls. These dolls pry out the Old Ones eyes and eat them. His eyes then will grow back just in time for them to be ripped out again. This always put the Old One in a terrible mood. This endless torture did not please the Architect but it was the necessary thing to do. She could not have the Old One ruining the evolution of the Secondary Realms. As the Architect sat thinking she realized that the time was nearing, she needed more preparation but the time was near indeed.


	2. Chapter 2

The Rise of Lord Sunday: Master of The House

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**Chapter 2**

_Sizzle! Hiss! _Energy crackled in the air as Sunday stepped out of the air into the House of High Sorcery in the Upper House. The House of High Sorcery was a huge room with gold and red tapestries hanging on the walls. It was full of an assortment of strange humming magical items. Saturday stood in the center of the room surrounded by her newly appointed dawn, noon and dusk. Sunday strolled right up to Saturday who seemed to be deep in conversation.

Saturday looked up in surprise at Sunday who was standing there looking bored. "Sunday, I expected you would show up but not this soon. What do you want? Not mastery of the Upper House I hope." Saturday was standing in the center of the room clad in shimmering gold robes and clutching the Sixth Key in her left hand.

"Ah, I see that you have moved in quit nicely. Sad defenses I might add, I was able to transfer myself straight in here without any problems." Sunday stood there looking arrogant like all of this was beneath him.

"I'm still working on it ok?" Saturday snapped "Besides I don't see you owning claims to the House."

"I will soon my dear Saturday, I will soon." Sunday gently placed his hand upon her shoulder. Saturday flinched but did not withdraw. "But to do so I will need your help."

"If you are talking about taking the Lower House or the Far Reaches I will be glad to contribute some of my powers to your cause."

"My dear such places are beneath me, I am looking at something far greater than the pitiful Lower House. Let that slob Monday rule the Lower House I don't care. My sights reach much higher levels of the house."

"Not the Upper House I hope?" Saturday looked scared as she pulled away from Saturday.

"Saturday my dear I am talking about the Incomparable Gardens in which a blunder of the Architect led to The Piper's ruling of that." Sunday clenched his teeth and looked away. "That is mine by right of birth. I was born first. I was here before The Piper. That Key is MINE!"

"And it shall be yours; I will do your bidding Sunday in exchange for mastery of the House."

"But that position is not mine to give out, the Architect rules the House and you are a fool to forget her power." Sunday was now balling his fists in an attempt to control his anger.

"Ah, but I know you see what I have seen. Sunday the Architect is preparing to leave, the time is near and you know that as well as I. Her power will then leave with Her and when you take the Incomparable Gardens and that Key the House will be ours."

"I do not care for House politics. The House means nothing to me, and yet I need it to reach higher places."

"What do you want then? Power? Respect? Fame?" Saturday had stepped away from the fuming Sunday. Even though he did not own a Key yet or posses and magic at the moment he was still the Eldest son of the Architect and therefore a very powerful Denizen.

"No, I want to be my mother. I want the power she possesses I want to rule the Secondary Realms and the House. I want to have control over Nothing; I want to be the person I was suppose to be from the start."

"I take it The Piper is visiting the Old One once more. Am I right?" Saturday was now in a thoughtful pace.

"Yes they are planning something, they are. I need to find out what…" With that Sunday pulled out a black obsidian Transfer Plate "Good-bye Saturday, I will be calling on your services soon I assure you." Sunday dropped the plate and began to chant in a strange language. There was a flash of blue light and Sunday stepped onto the plate and vanished from the Upper House with a crackle and a hiss.

_Ding! _The elevators tarnished bronze doors opened to reveal The Piper wearing sunshine yellow trench coat and a metal mask. He sauntered out into the Coal district of the Lower House clutching the Seventh Key in his hand; its power was still great even down here in the Lower House. The elevator opened up to the edge of a large dark coal pit. The coal pit was made to hold Denizens that failed to do their job correctly. If you did something wrong or messed up you would be sent here. People glanced up at The Piper in awe; they never saw such powerful Denizens down here in the Lower House.

"Don't gawk, go back to work you miserable wretch." The Piper barked as one particularly small and ugly Denizen stumbled over a small pile of coal on the edge of the pit. "My being here has nothing to do with filth like you, I seek a higher power." The Piper withdrew a pair of large electric blue wings from the inside of his trench coat and stuck them to his shoulder blades. With one clean sweep he unfurled them and dove into the depths of the pit.

The Pit was dark, damp and very cold. Workers scuttled around in the dark mindlessly stacking coal in neat little stacks. These Denizens had fallen so far and lost so much that they are now only a shell of their former selves. They all looked up and shielded their eyes as The Piper slowly descended into the pit. His electric blue wings filled the pit with a soft almost fluorescent light. The Piper landed lightly at the bottom and with out even glancing about he set off toward the edges of the pit. The Old One who The Piper was there to visit had his prison at the very edge of the coal pit, away from everybody else. No one dared approach the Old One due to his temper and sudden bursts of rage. The Piper walked boldly through the maze of coal stacks illuminating the way with his wings. It only took him three minutes to walk from the center of the pit to the edge. The Piper could now see a blue glow almost the same as his just up ahead. The Piper walked up a small embankment and looked down upon a giant clock face with an equally giant man chained to it. The clock face glowed dull blue and had two little doors near the top Chains stretched from his wrists to the clock hands which now pointed at 2'oclock. The Old One was a giant of a man who stood about ten feet tall. His power was only matched by the Architect or all Seven Keys to the Kingdom, which made him the second most powerful Denizen in the entire House.

"Wake up Old One. We must converse." The Piper stood at the edge of the clock face, just out of reach of the Old Ones giant hands. Even he, wielding the Seventh Key, would not dare face the Old One. The Old One grunted and tried to move but the chains held him in place. "The Architect is leaving, her Trustees are now in place, and it's only a matter of time." At this the Old One picked up his massive head in interest. "Yes, you know what that means don't you? Her power goes with her. That will make freeing you an easier task. I have the Key and you have ancient magic running in your veins. Together we can pull this off and then you can eliminate the other Trustees."

"I am not your puppet Piper. I act in the way that best benefits me!" Growled the Old One.

"Would it not be to your benefit to escape this horrible prison, end your torture that the Architect so cruelly placed on you and take your revenge upon the House?"

"Hmmmm, I will need time to think. Return later." The Old One returned to the state in which The Piper had found him.

"NO! I want answers and I want them now!" The Key flashed gold as it appeared in his hand it jumped as if eager to be used. "Sunday is up to something and I need you now or never!" The Old One lashed out at these words trying to break the restraints and get to The Piper. The chains groaned then glowed brighter but did not wear or tear. The Old One roared in anger and frustration as he tried to get free. The Piper just stepped back a step and laughed at the tortured giant. With this The Old One put even more strength into it but the chains would not budge.

"Get out of my sight! NOW!" The Old One roared and roared and thrashed.

"You need me; you know this that's why you did not destroy me with Nothing. I will return and next time I hope you are in better temper." The Piper turned on his heel and stalked away leaving the fuming giant to cool down. The Piper walked about 200 feet then disappeared in a crackling cloud of sorcery. The Old One slumped back feeling defeated. He wanted to get out of his prison but he did not trust the Denizens of the House and The Piper seemed extra sneaky. He did sound confident about setting him free yet he did not want to be a pawn in the Chess game of the House.


	3. Chapter 3

The Rise of Lord Sunday: Master of The House

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**Chapter 3 **

The Architect walked through the corridors of time and space examining and correcting her beloved Secondary Realms. The Improbable Stair she called it. A stairway that when used correctly could lead to anywhere in the Universe. She was the only one that had full access to the Stair. She was just about to fix a dying star when she was pulled suddenly by powerful magic to the Incomparable Gardens of the House.

"Ah mother, you replied to my summons I see." Sunday stood staring at her with eyes full of hate and jealousy. Sunday stood in the Palace of Gardens in front of the Kings throne. "As you can see my little brother is out at the moment. Out where I do not know for sure but I have a hunch." Sundays eyes swept around the room as if he was watching for something or someone to appear out of nowhere.

"Ah and what is this hunch of yours dear son?" The Architects voice was soft yet commanding and full of power.

"He is scheming with that treacherous husband of yours, The Old One. He plans to overthrow you and the other Trustees. Don't you see that he cannot be trusted with that Key? He will use it to destroy the House. Mother you of all things should see this!" Sunday marched up to the large jade and diamond throne threw himself onto it. "This should be _my _throne mother not that treacherous Piper. I am the eldest son and the House should be in my inheritance. He is the youngest he should get nothing."

"Sunday, I can see that you are upset and that you are hurt but everything I do has a reason and you of all things should know that." The Architects voice had an air of mockery too it.

"What is your reason for giving The Piper _my _Key and _my _throne? Huh? What is your reasoning behind your leaving the House and Realms?" Sunday was so mad he could of killed something right there and then.

"The Piper has earned my trust and the reasons are not for you to know. As for the other matter, I do not know what you speak of." The Architect put on an expression of confusion.

"Don't play dumb mother, I am no fool. You plan to leave few see it but I am one who does. Why else would you instate your Will and setup the reign of the Trustees? Why else would you forfeit all of the Keys to your Kingdom? Because you plan to leave the House don't you? Answer the questions!"

"No, I do not take orders from my children." The Architect's voice was calm yet her eyes flashed with anger.

"But you can trust The Piper can you? You can give him everything and leave me nothing. I have the blood of The Old One in me. You raised me to be and now you abandon me!" Sunday rose up to his full height of 9 feet tall and his handsome face was contorted with anger and rage.

"Enough!" The Architects voice boomed so loud that dust fell from the ceiling and the walls of the Garden Palace shivered with fear. The air crackled and hissed at the sound of such power. "I do not have time for your ranting Sunday!" She raised Her hand which was now shining with a bluish gold light and was radiating power far greater than anything else Sunday had ever seen. Then everything went quiet and Sunday let a flash of fear cross his face.

Even Sunday knew when it was time to quit. The Architect was mad and that was not a good thing. The last time the Architect got really mad she locked The Old One up in the coal cellars. That glowing hand was probably the same hand that did that terrible deed also. Sunday did not want to be the next Old One. Sunday bowed then said "You know mother you are right, your mind is none of my business." Sunday slid off the throne and stepped away. The Architect looked madder still but she lowered her hand and the power seeped out of the air.

"You are pathetic! I am ashamed to have you as a 'son'!" The Architect was clearly disgusted as she teleported away back into her beloved Secondary Realms. Sunday stood there feeling sorry and shocked. He had made the Architect of everything mad at him. Sunday fell back into the throne shocked and amazed at his own nerve.

Saturday sat pondering over the things Sunday had said and she came to the conclusion that she did need Sunday and that she would help him. If Sunday triumphed he would give her Mastery of the House all the way from the Upper House down through the Lower House just not the Incomparable Gardens, which would remain in Sundays control along with the Seventh Key. She would no longer just be Saturday she would Superior Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday and she would be wielder of the first Six Keys to the Kingdom of the Architect. Yet something did not feel right, why would Sunday give her more power and authority than he? There had to be a catch, something that Sunday knew about that Saturday did not. That was a hard deal to come by. That is only _if_ he succeeds. If he did not then she would certainly be severely punished by the Architect. Yet again if he did succeed the House and most everything in it would be hers. Something she had always wanted, but that made her no better then Sunday. Sunday however was more trustworthy than the treacherous Piper. Sunday seemed like he knew more than she thought yet he seemed to be sincere in there deal. She couldn't make up her mind about who to trust. Sunday was definitely more powerful yet The Piper held the Key. The one Key that had power in any and all domains in the Universe, the most powerful of all Seven Keys and yet if she helped Sunday to succeed he would obtain that Key. Sunday was a portal to power, someone she could use and trust. Hey maybe one day she would hold all Seven Keys to the Kingdom, if she helped Sunday. So her mind was confused. She found Sunday to be more of a mentor and friend. Sunday had persuaded her and she would obey. Saturday then called upon her servants and began to scheme ways to help Sunday succeed. If she helped Sunday then she would then come up on top. Once on top it would be easy to push someone like Sunday off the side. Saturday grinned at this thought and began to think. She told her Dawn, Noon and Dusk to be prepared for anything. The Piper's time was almost up already and it wasn't short enough.


	4. Chapter 4

The Rise of Lord Sunday: Master of The House

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**Chapter 4**

Sunday stood alone with Tuesday in the vast plains of the Far Reaches. Tuesday's rein here had just begun and mines into the Nothing spring not far below had already sprung up, Factories had already started to dot the landscape.

"So, can it be done?" Sunday asked the tall thin man known as Grim Tuesday. Sunday was anxious and kept looking around nervously. Sunday had never been so up tight, not since his shouting match with the Architect herself.

"Hmmmm, what you ask of me will be a difficult task. But, yes I do suppose it _could_ be done." The Grim stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"How soon can it be completed? I need it as soon as possible."

"An Architectural Sword made from the light of a dying sun, frozen moon beams, starlight from a thousand worlds and essence of silver. Is that correct Sunday?" The Grim stared amusingly at Sunday. "Let me think maybe a month or two as House time runs."

"NO! That will not do! I need this sword now! Sunday drew up to his full height which was taller than the Grim. "Now tell me the truth!" ancient magic flowed with his words, magic that was too ancient for the Grim's Key to counteract. "Now how long will it take to complete the sword I desire?" his words were soft and smoothed over by magic.

The Grim looked mesmerized by these words and he replied airily "I can have it done in a few hours."

"Excellent, now get to work I will return shortly." Sunday waved his hand and was gone in a flash. Tuesday did get to work calling upon Nothing with his Key and he began to form this masterful sword in his minds eye. He began working with the Nothing still mesmerized by Sunday's ancient sorceries. His metal gauntlets glowed and flashed and rippled with rainbow light as the sword began to take form. He called upon the light from dying suns from the distant Secondary Realms. He called upon frozen moon beams from planets a far. The light from one thousand worlds flowed from the Void of Nothing along with essence of silver.

Tuesday began to shape the materials into a blade sharper than any other before it. He filled it with phenomenal powers and strengths. The blade shown with rainbow shadows as it began to solidify into a real blade. It was light and swift yet heavy enough to kill a Denizen of the House with one single blow to the head or chest. It held new strong magic of the Seven Keys instead of old magic. Then with one final stroke of his hand the blade fell out of the air into his outstretched hand. He held it up then swished it down and smiled. It was a terrible beauty and a real accomplishment to create something so complicated from Nothing itself. The Grim was examining his master blade when Sunday reappeared out of nowhere.

"Ah I see you have finished my blade to standards and on time. Good work Tuesday. I am pleasantly surprised. Your work here is done." Sunday took the blade from Tuesday and smiled as the power flowed up his arm and into him. "It is a marvelous blade, it truly is." Sunday spoke a word of ancient magic and Tuesday fell to the floor withering in agony as the magic did its job. "You are no longer of any importance to me good day." Sunday waved his blade through the air and vanished into a portal wrought through Nothing.

The Piper returned to the Incomparable Gardens in a foul mood. His talk with The Old One did not go as planned. The Old One was harder to deal with then expected. He needed a better way to deal with it. He did not have time for that at the moment. He needed to get rid of Sunday now. He smelled something fishy and it was coming from Sunday. _Snap! _The Piper snapped his fingers and his Dawn, Noon and Dusk appeared before him. His Dawn was a very tall and a very beautiful woman who was clad in golden robes of shimmering silk that was woven from a young star in the Secondary Realms. Dawn carried a golden bow and a sword made from molten plasma. Her shimmering green wings were large and fluffy. They stretched for ten feet from each of her shoulder blades. His Noon was a tall hansom man with cold features that said 'I am better than you and you know it'. Noon wore a suit of bright blue with a bright red necktie. He carried a scythe made from Architectural Fire. He was twelve feet tall and his scythe was equally large. His wings were a soft blue and hummed with power. His wings were over twenty-five feet long going in each direction. His Noon stood to his right Dawn to the left and Dusk behind him. His Dusk was clad in all black robes woven from the darkness of the very voids of space. They shed no light and they reflected no light at all. His weapon of choice was a double bladed axe crafted from the tails of a massive black hole in the heart of a galaxy somewhere in a distant corner of the Secondary Realms. It was a fearsome weapon that wielded fear itself. Dusk's wings were pure black. The wings were made from shadows and woven with dark sorcery.

"I have gathered you all here today for an important yet brief discussion." The Piper was pacing around his throne room. The throne room was covered in beautiful flowers and vines from thousands of different worlds in the Secondary Realms. "You are all well aware of the growing threat of my foolish brother Sunday. He is up to something with the other Days. I can feel it." The Piper stopped pacing and sat down upon his emerald throne. "Especially Saturday, I don't trust her at all. She is too close to Sunday for my liking. We need to free The Old One immediately. I must go!" The Piper leapt up Key in hand. He called an elevator with a push of a non-existent button. _Ding! _The elevator appeared but it was a small tube shaped one. Express! The Piper stepped in and ordered "Stay here all of you! Guard the Gardens and do not let Saturday in or Sunday for that matter." The three bowed as the door shut with another metallic _Ding! _

Sunday appeared in The Upper House with blood red wings attached and unfurled to their full length. Magic crackled around him as he drew his terrible blade. He wore a face of fury. Saturday looked up and rushed over to Sunday. Saturday looked worried and her robes automatically changed to sparkling silver armor. A sword of ruby fire appeared in her fist. "It is time!" exclaimed Sunday "I see that you are ready like you promised. Have you mustered your servants?"

"They await my commands." Saturday looked fired up and ready for anything. She was beautiful yet frightening all at once. "Where do we strike first? The Gardens or The Old One?"

Sunday stopped and pondered that for a second. "The Gardens we must secure that first. If The Piper sees us with The Old One he will strike back first in the Pit and not in the Gardens. We must secure the Gardens first."

"You realize that his servants are stronger than mine and so is his Key." Saturday looked worried now that she was thinking more. "What if he beats us? Then he will tell the Architect and she will banish us. Then I will have lost my position too." Saturday had paled considerably. Sunday just smiled a small smile.

"Don't worry. We have something The Piper does not." Sunday looked very smug. "We have this!" Sunday drew his awful blade out of thin air in front of Saturday. It crackled with power and the air shimmered around it. Saturday's eyes were fixed to the blade and its power. It was made from the strongest stuff in the Universe all crafted into one lethal tool.

"Let's go!"

Sunday charged into a weird way that would lead to the Garden Gate the entranceway to the Incomparable Gardens followed by Saturday and her army of followers. The air rippled with energy as they all drew their many weapons. A huge roar went out following the shockwave. They all went through at once and Dusk closed it as he flew through also.

The game was on and the ball was now in The Piper's court.


	5. Chapter 5

**Chapter 5:**

The Piper stood impatiently inside his little express elevator headed straight for the bottom of the coal pit. "I can free him I can feel it! With the Architect gone her power must have weakened a little bit right?" Piper stroked his key feeling its power flow through him. _Ding!_ The elevator had arrived in the deep coal cellar of the Lower House. The Piper strolled out with his Key raised in an attacking position. Sparks flashed off of it as its power gathered to The Piper. The Piper strolled through the dusty pit to the very far edge where the giant glowing blue clock face sat chaining the Old One down. The Piper quickly strolled up to the Old One. "It's time, Sunday is on the move and I need you. You and your power have been imprisoned too long. Its time to release you, the Architect is gone for the moment. Now is the time to get you out of here. You shall be freed.

"No! Do not underestimate the powers of the Architect! She is more powerful than you can imagine. You shall try to release me but you shall fail Piper." The Piper scowled at the Old Ones lack of faith. The Piper drew a confident breath as he raised his key and pointed it to the Old Ones chains.

"I The Piper master of the Incomparable Gardens and the wielder of the Seventh Key to the Architect's Kingdom command these chains to break and the punishment holding the Old One to unseal. Break, unseal and be free!" Gold and blue strands shot from the Key and smashed into the glowing chains with incredible force. The Piper's confidence blew away as his magic broke upon the chains like waves on a rock. It didn't even weaken the chains.

"No, that's not possible. This was supposed to work!" The Piper shrank as his magic drained away. The Old One roared as the Architect appeared on the clock face.

"Piper! You? What? I was expecting your little friend Sunday here not you!"


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